Quotations About / On:
Life's an awfully lonesome affair.... You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
(Emily Carr (1871-1945), Canadian artist. "The Elephant," entry for July 16, 1933, Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr (1966).)
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
(Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First edition, 1958. Krapp, in Krapp's Last Tape, pp. 14-15, Grove Press (1960).)
People who live alone always have something on their minds that they would willingly share.
(Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904), Russian author, playwright. Narrator in About Love, Works, vol. 10, p. 67, "Nauka" (1976).)
The people, and the people alone, are the motive force in the making of world history.
(Mao Zedong (1893-1976), Chinese founder of the People's Republic of China. "On Coalition Government," vol. 3, April 24, 1945, Selected Works.)
Rome alone can resist Rome.
(Pierre Corneille (1606-1684), French playwright. Viriate, in Sertorius, act 3, sc. 1 (1662).
Viriate argues that only Roman citizens can defeat the tyranny that reigns there.)
Such a man as instinctively feeds on pure ambrosia and leaves alone the indigestible in things.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher. "Expeditions of an Untimely Man," aphorism 13, Twilight of the Idols (1889).)
The only time a man thinks is when he's alone.
(José Bergamín (1895-1983), Spanish writer. La cabeza a pájaros (Head in the Clouds), p. 93, Madrid, Cruz y Raya (1934).)
Sometimes we have to go through the darkness alone, before we can see the light.
(Adele Comandini. Edward Sutherland. Michael O'Brien (Charles Winninger), Beyond Tomorrow, to the spirit of one of his partners, who has joined him at the gates of Heaven (1940).
Original story by Mildred Cram and Adele Comandini.)
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
(Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), British novelist. Mrs. Dalloway, p. 62 (1925).)
To be adult is to be alone.
(Jean Rostand (1894-1977), French biologist, writer. repr. In The Substance of Man (1962). Pensées d'un Biologiste (1939).)